I didn't wait until morning.

The moment the silver-eyed girl vanished, I slipped out of my chambers and made my way through the darkened corridors. The palace was silent, the guards stationed at their posts, the servants asleep in their quarters.

I moved like a ghost—quiet, careful, invisible.

I had learned to be invisible in the streets of Lunaris. That skill had kept me alive. And tonight, it would help me find answers.

The old wolf's quarters were in the servants' wing, a small room at the end of a narrow corridor. I had asked Seraphine about him before she left. She had looked confused.

"Old wolf?" she had said....